This whole thing where thousands of birds fell dead from the sky, and now a bunch of fish have rolled up dead as well? Is freaking me out.
In similar freaking out news, there are men in a big truck outside fixing a pothole, and I tried to photograph this important development for you but my camera battery just died, and anyway, you can imagine how this appeals to the dogs. They are up on the couch going hoarse. It's peaceful here, is what it is.
Oh, wait. Look. Even though the battery was dead, I was able to plug in the camera and upload the truck shot. Thank GOD. Because it's fascinating.
I feel bad, because yesterday the dead neighbor's mom came over to deliver mail that had come to her by accident, and Marvin answered the door and I was busy wrangling the dogs, and you know how Marvin isn't friendly.
"This isn't our mail. That's Peg's. Go next door." SLAM.
"Honey, that was dead neighbor's MOM!" I said, as I watched her huddle next door. "Well, I didn't know who it was," groused Marvin. You'd think he grew up in New York, wouldn't you? And he never knows who anyone is. In that end-of-the-year post I did? With the You Tube video? He asked who that couple was when I had the picture of Kate and Prince William.
Maybe Marvin has that thing where he can't recognize faces. You know that thing? It's like a disease or a malfunction or an issue or something. A DISORDER. That's what I was trying to think of. Maybe Marvin has that disorder.
The poor thing. Dead neighbor mom, not disorderly Marvin. I really have to go over there with a baked good, don't I? This will require me to bake a good, is the issue at hand.
Anyway, the truck has left and I was able to squeeze out one shot of the dogs, spent, after all the hysteria. Talu wants to veg and watch Regis all morning. And yes, that IS my car driving into the house. Marvin parks it on this white trash angle so it's just a little on the lawn. I hate it and I secretly wish the neighborhood association would take issue so he couldn't do it anymore. I guess it's not so much a secret now, is it?
Look how Edsel takes up more room than compact Talu. The word for Edsel currently would be "gangly." He is full of the gangle.
Okay, I must go continue my reading about yeast. Hope you don't report me to PETA for the dog picture. BAH! Yeast? PETA? Get it?
P.S. I was just serving Edsel his lunch, and Tallulah does not GET lunch as she is not a growing puppy, so I close the baby gate in the back room to keep her out. The point is, Edsel just LEPT over the gate like it was nothing. Have I mentioned "oh, dear"?